Straining at lives come unbearable
In some hollowed suburban habitat
Everyone wants to live by the ocean
In wildflower mountainside cabinettes
We're all the stars of some stories
But your act is unopened yet
Coach Dave was almost a football star
Mark's working on his fifth novel
Mary writes poetry you wouldn't believe
And Anne paints a pretty mean oil
We're all the stars of some stories
Despite what they'd have you think
Skeleton keys to new plots abound
With a few succumbing to drink
Even the losers and their losses are threads
In the needles of social embroidery
For the suburban-apartment living room walls
And our mountainside wildflower tapestry
(Chorus)
And everyone wants to describe
who they are and just what they think
as if it was some competition
that they were trying to win
And a few succumbing to drink
Well Fred's waffles are 4-H certified first-class
And our Debbie plays that guitar
Most of the band is going up to State
You know fame and glory aren't far
(Chorus)
Everyone's dreams are important
And their likes and dislikes unique
But five minutes a day of TV or radio
Can ruin your brain in a week
We're all the stars of some stories
Endings are not what we seek
